Revealed

EILEEN'S POV.

His blood dripped down my chin, scattered across my face, as I stared into blank space, sitting on top of him. My hands shook and the knife fell from it, clattering to the floor.

I wasn't terrified of what I'd done, but of how I'd take care of it. I couldn't risk anyone finding my father's dead body, and a knife in my hands, but at the same time, I didn't know what to do.

"Okay… Okay, breathe, Eileen. Breathe…" I told myself, and took in deep breaths.

It was already his time to die. The old fart was always using the excuse of me being his daughter to cheat on me. He had been so worried about us being found out, so I had done a favor by taking him to a place where he didn't have to worry.

I wiped at the blood on my face hastily, causing it to leave red smudges.

His blood stank, and I hated the smell.

Then I scrambled to my feet, and dragged him all the way to the back door.

The woods were not so far from our place, and I figured not much people would notice me, so I ran back into the house, to the restroom, and tried to wash the blood off my face and hands.

"Damn, damn…" I muttered with tears in my eyes, as the blood was proving stubborn and hard to wash. I nearly scraped the delicate skin on my fingers just by trying to wash off the blood, and it was agony.

As for my face, I scrubbed it hard with a scrubbing pad, and dashed up the stairs to my room, where I tugged on a black hoodie, and pushed a black cap over my face.

I poured out all the things in a large traveling bag, and dashed down the stairs with it.

My father was going to rest in it.

I folded him up nicely, and placed him in the bag, among with diesel and a lighter, then I zipped it up, and began my walk to the forest.

I ran into a few people on the way, but none of them paid me any heed. Thanks to them, I successfully took my father to a nice spot in the woods, pushed open the traveling bag, and drained the diesel over him and the bag. It was a large amount of diesel, but the larger, the better.

In no time, I had successfully managed to dampen every part of his body with the diesel, and when I threw the lighter in, fire roared out like a living being.

I took hasty steps back, and watched it burn.

The fire was hot and mighty. So hot, that I had to take further steps backwards.

I watched my father burn, and bid him goodbye.

He had done enough. It was time for him to rest.

I was going to take over everything he had, and use them the way I always wanted to use them.

After about an hour, my father was all ashes together with the bag. The only things that remained after the huge fire were the zippers of steel.

When I was satisfied, I turned around, and ran back home.

My next struggle began, as I had to clean all the blood on the floor, including the one that smudged heavily on the floor when I had dragged him out.

It was hard work, but my hands worked restlessly, not leaving a speck, or trace of blood.

Thereafter, I sprayed the house with thick deodorant.

My father was gone. Never again would he step into the house, and it was time for my next step.

Killing my father was no big deal. Killing Yrene wouldn't be too. I only needed to plan my steps properly.

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YRENE'S POV

My eyes flitted open, and I realized I was in my room. A sigh parted my lips, and I sat up.

A bowl of half-finished porridge lay on the bed table next to me, along with a few drugs. My clothes had also been changed too.

I was back home.

The boys came in shortly, and saw me awake. Theo was with them too.

"Theo." I called with a smile, and he hugged me.

"I thought I had a duty to teach you how to be a proper silver wolf. You know, use those skills. I always knew what you were from the start, but felt you were better off not knowing, as it would put you in less danger." He explained, and I smiled.

The triplets also hugged me, and I cried in front of them all, telling them my ordeal in the council prison. Reece had been so mad that he almost stormed off, but we managed to stop him.

They fed me once more, and all four of us talked about me being a silver wolf.

"They're naturally ruthless, and don't really have much care for whatever harm they do to others. You must not turn out like that." Theo warned, and I smiled, shaking my head.

"If she does, I'll tear her limbs, and make sure she's confined to a wheelchair forever." Reece said, and we all burst into laughter.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, followed by Eileen, who had a really strong perfume on.

Did she think she could seduce the brothers with that, or what?

Surprisingly, she burst into tears, and flung herself at me, making the brothers smile at her admiringly.

"I was so scared. I thought you'd be executed. Going to the trial was so hard for me that I had to stay at home, hoping and praying that you'd be well." She cried, sniffing hard, and if I hadn't been the subject of her bullying, I'd have thought; 'Gosh. She's been so worried.'

"Thank you." I replied, pushing her away gently. Then Reece ruffled her hair.

"Eilly Eilly! You've been worried." He said, and gave her a hug.

That made me only more uneasy. When was she going to quit acting like the angel?

We all decided to go down to the living room to get something to eat, when Theo pulled me aside.

"Is there…?" I was asking, but he kept his eyes trained on Eileen.

"She's a silver wolf."